After a month or more of silence I am writing to wish you a belated Merry Christmas and to tell you a little about mine in hopes that it will encourage you this season.A few days before Christmas, Rosie and I went to Hue in Central Vietnam, where we met up with her dad Dennis and Max Eddiger, an MCC worker who also happens to be an old friend of Dennis. Among other sightseeing, we visited the DMZ (demilitarized zone) which marked the separation between North and South Vietnam during what the Vietnamese call "the American War." DMZ is actually kind of a misnomer. During the war this zone was flattened by bombing and laid waste by chemical defoliants. It was anything but demilitarized.
We also visited an underground network of tunnels dug by a Vietnamese village trying to hide from the bombing. The tunnels included family rooms (one meter square), a schoolroom/meeting hall, and a maternity ward where seventeen babies were born. (The maternity ward was 2 meters deep, 1 meter wide, and 1.5 meters high.) In the museums we saw pictures of terrified American soldiers and wounded Vietnamese. We saw twisted metal that was once airplanes and bomb casings. I was born in 1985, so it is hard for me to understand that era, but during that trip the fact of war in this beautiful country became clearer and more real in my mind.
Back in Hanoi, it was at the back of my mind as we sat down to Christmas dinner. There were some friends of ours eager to meet Dennis and compare stories with him. As they chatted over the same table and shared the same meal, something else became clear to me: the war is over. Not just the fighting, the war. How else could it be possible for people from former enemy states to come together like this? How else could it seem so natural? The greatest wound of war--that is, the hate of one people towards another, the dehumanization of the enemy--this has finally healed.
As I sat there I suddenly
became aware that the carols we had been listening to had given way to a song by John Lennon whose words I was now feeling more deeply than ever, "Happy Christmas, war is over."
Christmas was yesterday and new wars are now being fought in other parts of the world. But be of good cheer, the Prince of Peace is born and he will wipe away every tear. May the thought of Vietnam, that little green country now at peace, encourage you in this hope.
Your friend and sister in Christ,
Hannah
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